Chapter 4 #2
I hauled myself to my feet, which only brought the top of my head level with his nose. Fuck he was big. Then I gathered all the inner strength I could muster.
“Maybe I’m too much for you. Maybe you should hand me off to someone else—”
A hand gripped my chin so hard I felt bones grind, and two thick fingers forced their way between my lips, pressing down on my tongue.
I gagged immediately at the intrusion as the lion king pulled me by the jaw.
My back hit the wall to my right, and I gagged again.
The fingers slowly stroked over my tongue, my molars—and the lion king stared at me with those eerie blue eyes the entire time.
There was a slight curl to his lip, a mix between loathing and leering that I felt in my balls, and my cock showed its first sign of life since the last time I’d been in the lion king’s presence.
He slid in a third finger as drool pooled in my mouth. My lips stretched obscenely around his thick digits, and I fisted my cuffed hands in the front of his shirt.
This man was all shadow and strength. Power and sex. My eyes felt heavy, my limbs loose and weak. Shame burned through my gut, but arousal overpowered it. I wasn’t in control of my body. My dick was making decisions my brain hadn’t signed up for.
His chest expanded on a deep breath and brushed against my own.
My nipples pebbled under my shirt, and my cock was now embarrassingly hard.
My head spun and my vision blurred as oxygen grew scarce in the small room.
The lion king was consuming it all, drawing it into his massive lungs.
I was going to die of carbon dioxide poisoning with a still-hard dick. I’d be buried with a boner.
A fourth finger joined, jammed in deep to the knuckle.
Only the paw on his tattooed hand was visible now, claws curling over my lower lip.
Those blue eyes seared into me as spit dripped down my chin, wetting my shirt, and I barely managed to hold back a whimper as I shuffled my feet.
Suddenly, a massive thigh was shoved between my legs.
He was so tall, his knee pressed right under my full, aching balls, trapping them against my body.
“Oh fuck,” I mumbled around his fingers, though it came out more like, “Oooh fuuhhhgg.”
All at once, the fingers were gone. The lion king wrapped a hand around my throat and squeezed until I felt like my eyes would pop.
I sucked in saliva and searched for my dignity, but it was long gone.
Then the most horrifying thought entered my mind—my mouth felt empty. And worse, I wanted his fingers back.
“What route did the Bonnams use?” he demanded again.
My mind spun. What’s he even asking me? Fucking business again?
I thought I was playing a game. I thought I knew the rules, too. But I was rapidly realizing this had never been my game—it had been the lion king’s all along.
And because I was a fucking idiot. Because, once again, I had no damn common sense. Because I loved poking the bear… or lion… I swallowed around my tight throat and lied again, “I don’t… know… the Bonnams.”
The lion king’s eyes flashed, then his fingers were back in my mouth.
Just two this time. He hooked them over my lower teeth and shoved down.
Hard. My knees hit the floor with a thud.
He shoved his fingers deeper, nearly touching my tonsils, and my mind reeled as he flicked open the button of his jeans with his other hand and yanked down the zipper.
A massive cock, framed by a thatch of thick, dark hair, sprang from the opening of his jeans like an animal from a cage.
I could have sworn the fucking thing roared.
The shaft was nearly the width of a Coke can and marbled with angry purple veins.
He was cut, and the broad head had a thick silver ring pierced through the tip.
He gripped the base of his cock, his face almost fully in shadow as he looked down at me while I trembled on my knees.
So I gripped the leg of his jeans, trying to ground myself before I levitated away.
I wasn’t in my body anymore. I wasn’t even on this planet.
I was on another plane of existence entirely, staring at the most perfect cock I’d ever seen.
Terror suddenly streaked through me, mixed with the insane arousal throbbing in every nerve ending of my body. Flags were waving in my head, bright red ones the size of football fields. But I ran for that end zone anyway.
The lion kind withdrew his fingers from my mouth, then gripped my hair and wrenched my head back. A shudder ran through his body. Or maybe I imagined it. Maybe it was my shudder.
“Still want to play this game?” he growled.
I didn’t think. Just reacted. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.
Because I was no quitter.
My entire body shook with adrenaline, fear, and the need for release. And maybe a little curiosity, too. Because for the first time in my life, being on my knees felt… right.
He slapped the fat head of his cock on my tongue with a wet smack, and his piercing flashed in the light. His lips curled in a sinister smirk. “Fine.”
He surged inside with one smooth thrust, until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat.
I choked immediately. The length was too much.
The girth was too much. All of it too much.
I couldn’t breathe. My chest heaved. And yet my cock pulsed in my jeans, demanding more.
Demanding it all. A whimper clawed its way up my throat as he pulled his hips back, then surged forward again.
And again. There was drool everywhere, all over my lips and cheeks and chin, as I gurgled around his fat cock.
And all the while, I watched his nostrils flare with every thrust into my willing mouth.
“If you’re not going to use your mouth to talk,” he rasped, holding my head in place as he fucked into it, “then it’s going to get used like the fuckhole it is. My fuckhole.”
I made a sobbing sound around his shaft, and more spit dribbled to the floor as he held me by the hair and used me exactly how he wanted.
“You want to play games, devil? Here’s the game.
” His voice had gotten deeper. Rougher. “If you won’t talk, then you’ll take my cum—wherever I decide.
On your face, down your throat… Or maybe I’ll gape that tight ass and spray your guts instead.
I’ll use you however I want, whenever I want.
And you’ll take it like a good little bitch. ”
His movements were sharper now. Deeper. His balls slapped my chin. Snot bubbled from my nostrils. My vision blackened at the edges. Pretty sure I heard angels singing.
“Fuck, you have a good mouth. Anyone ever use you like this? Anyone fuck your throat until you couldn’t speak?”